The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Money, whether it’s for the school Song Qingzhou is planning to set up, or for the numerous cultivators across the country, they all need pellets to aid their cultivation. They have a lot of money,” Xiao Shun said with a playful smile.

Yuxu, a Foundation Phase cultivator, had spent three billion, which was almost all of his wealth.

Most cultivators are not short of money; many large corporations or major families sponsor several or even more cultivators. What they lack are pellets that can help them improve their cultivation.

As Song Qingzhou said, the Old School Society has a monopoly in this area. A large number of cultivators join them for the pellets they can provide.

The monopoly of the Old School Society will soon be broken.

The school Song Qingzhou plans to establish will certainly not be the only one. They also need pellets. Xiao Shun said he could support them, but he didn’t say it would be for free.

Regardless of whether the boss behind Song Qingzhou agrees with his proposal, it’s a business that can be done.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The government is behind Song Qingzhou, and they are wealthy. Taking their money at any time is the safest bet.

Do they expect the Old School Society to provide them with pellets?

Since it’s not possible, Song Qingzhou and his group can only choose to cooperate with Xiao Shun.

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Inside the warehouse, Xiao Shun was sweating heavily. After several violent tremors of his body, he finally cleared all his meridians.

It felt like a bomb exploded in his core, and the released energy quickly spread along his eight extraordinary meridians in warm streams.

Every acupoint in his body lit up like being ignited, quickly forming a closed loop, and the warm current flowed gently in this loop.

Each pore on his body seemed to open suddenly, greedily absorbing the surrounding energy.

He gasped for breath a few times, gradually calming down.

“Master, how are you doing?”

Song Linger quickly helped him wipe the sweat off his face with a wet towel, her bright eyes blinking with curiosity.

Most of her injuries were external. Xiao Shun had taught her how to heal herself over the past few days. Now she was almost fully recovered, except for a hideous scar on her small face.

But with the ointment Xiao Shun had prepared, it should be gone within a few days.

Currently, she was using a pink cartoon-patterned band-aid to apply the ointment, which actually made her look quite cute.

Xiao Shun opened his eyes, revealing a weary smile.

“It’s okay. Tomorrow I’ll focus on healing my muscles and bones, one day should be enough to recover about thirty to forty percent of my previous condition.”

This efficiency was thanks to the Spirit Stone providing ample energy. Under normal circumstances, even in places with dense energy like deep forests, it would take at least three to five days.

“That’s great, do you need to take a nap now?” Song Linger said, her face lighting up with a radiant smile.

“I just cleared my meridians. I need to move around a little,” Xiao Shun said, glancing at her as he began to use his arms to support himself off the bed.

Song Linger quickly helped him sit up from the bed. After putting on his shoes, she carefully helped him take a walk around the room.

“You don’t need to support me anymore. I can do it,” Xiao Shun reminded her with a smile.

“Okay, then you walk. I will watch you, and if you fall, I will help you up,” Song Linger said happily, releasing his arm.

Xiao Shun nodded, his steps a bit unsteady, but at least he didn’t need the wheelchair anymore. Now that his meridians were cleared, just like he said, it wouldn’t take long to fully recover.

“Sister Shishi is returning to the capital. She has a flight tonight. Shall we go see her off together?” Song Linger suggested.

Song Linger’s injuries were almost healed, and Tang Shishi no longer had a reason to stay in Stillwater. The project to create a scar removal ointment with Xiao Shun was now her responsibility, and a pile of things awaited her back in the capital, so she planned to return.

“Okay, what time is her flight?” asked Xiao Shun.

“Nine o’clock in the evening.”

Xiao Shun “Hmm” in response.

At this moment, footsteps could be heard outside the door, followed by the voice of Song Qingzhou.

“Linger.”

Song Linger pouted and replied reluctantly, “This room.”

Soon, Song Qingzhou entered the warehouse. Seeing that Xiao Shun was already able to walk, heexpressed his joy, “Mr. Xiao’s recovery is impressive, able to walk so soon, very good, very good.”

“Mr. Song, I’m sure you didn’t come all this way just to see me?” Xiao Shun joked. It had been several days since he proposed his idea, and he guessed that Song Qingzhou’s visit was to deliver a decision.

“Of course, I came to see you. Although, I did want to discuss some business matters with you,” Song Qingzhou said, smiling.

“Let’s go to the living room to talk.” The warehouse was rather crude, apart from a bed, a chair, and a few stoves, it was quite messy. Xiao Shun gestured towards the door and said.

The three of them left the warehouse for the living room.

After taking their seats, Song Qingzhou got straight to the point, “Mr. Xiao, your proposal has been essentially approved by the higher-ups. They just want to know what kind of support you need from us for the organization you plan to establish. For instance, funding, manpower, etc. The higher-ups are willing to grant you some privileges as long as they don’t violate the law. That’s a prerequisite.”

“As long as you don’t bind me with too many restrictions, that’s the biggest support. As for funding, I don’t need it. I can raise it myself.” Taking other people’s money would put him in their debt. If they made unreasonable demands later, rejecting them would inevitably cause some psychological burden.

Earning their money through legitimate means was earned by skill and there was no guilt in using it.

“As for not violating the law, Mr. Song, if I killed Gu Baiyi, would you arrest me?” Xiao Shun asked, looking at him playfully.

“You’re trying to put me in a tough spot,” Song Qingzhou thought for a moment before responding, “Do you cultivators call the police if someone gets injured or killed in a fight?”

Xiao Shun understood his meaning: as long as no one reported it, they could turn a blind eye.

In fights among cultivators, injuries and death were inevitable. The victors certainly had no reason to call the police, and the losers, they would rather seek revenge personally than send their enemies to jail. Calling the police would only lead to their being scorned by the entire martial world, so they almost never did.

Of course, the prerequisite was not to kill people in broad daylight. If ordinary people were to call the police, there was nothing they could do.

It was said that there were special prisons for cultivators in the country, but Xiao Shun did not know the specifics.

He shook his head and said, “No.”

“Well, there you have it. If no one’s reporting, we can’t possibly keep an eye on you all the time, can we?” Song Qingzhou said with a smile.

“I understand,” Xiao Shun said.

“Now that we’ve discussed your matters, it’s time to talk about mine. Our school needs your support. You’ve promised this before, you can’t back out now, right?” Song Qingzhou said.